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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Civil War

Civil War
A Poem by Faridoon Shahryar

Clouds are drifting with
An alarming pace 
And the march towards 
The jungle 
Is injected with an
Uncanny nervousness.
Why such a deluge 
Of people 
Camping in 
Inhospitable conditions?
Why are they ripping off
Trees and amputating branches?
Familiar faces, 
Who hung out together 
Are ready with archaic 
Stone age weapons
Pointing the chilling sharpness
At each others throats.
I could see a lion 
Sitting unconcerned 
In a corner
Knowing fully well
He doesn't need to hunt,
Once the flesh falls down
He just have to eat and chew,
A king sized life.

The animals have taken over the city
As the jungle is lit up by a
Fire of inhumanity 
The clouds are confused 
No amount of peace water 
Can douse the madness now!

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